Regarding yesterday's writing: I'm doing okay, thanks for asking. My head sure hurts at the temple, but I actually don't think I ended up with a concussion--I'm not suffering through the fog that I associate with post-concussion symptoms. I did a little research today and learned that the real concern with blows to the temple is epidural hematoma. Fun! Given that I'm not dead, I think we can rule that out.
And regarding what I wrote on Tuesday: I'm doing much better, thanks for asking. I followed the breadcrumbs back to a place of stability.
The despair is gone, but the feeling of futility remains. On Monday I promised some pieces about Game of Thrones. I drafted a bunch of stuff, but didn't (yet?) see it through to finished pieces. I found myself asking, "Does anyone care? Does this stuff matter?"
Lots of soul-searching this week. I mostly try to keep this stuff private, but sometimes it spills out. And rather than struggle to write something else, I'm choosing not to struggle. I'm keeping my promise to publish. This week, that has to be good enough.
Yes, we do want to hear what you have to say, so publish it whenever you’re able to do so. In the meantime, I’ve got everyone covered on Game of Thrones. Today’s (Friday’s) edition of El Progreso Del Peregrino features a woefully ignorant and vacuous post on the season 6 premier, written by someone (namely, me) who, up until Sunday, had never watched the show.